Yes, and it would seem to be about three days.
You know how I said last Friday, “I’m not sure how long this feeling will last, but I intend to groove on it for as long as it does”? Remember that? (If you don’t, go re-read last Friday’s entry.)
Well, now I know how long it was slated to last.
Can you see where this is going?
Yup. Miss Cool & Cute turned out to be Miss Fucked-up & Flaky.
I’m at home last night, geeking and tweaking stuff on my new system, when she pops online and sends me a message. “Cool deal,” I think to myself. She’d called me on Saturday afternoon to say Monday wouldn’t work for a second date, but she’d let me know after she checked out her work schedule. No biggie. Stuff happens and plans can always be adjusted.
Or so I thought.
Without even a “hello,” she’s telling me she can’t see me again. Of course, I ask why, since things seemed to be heading in a slightly different direction just a few days ago. It seems she “met somebody else.”
“HUH?!?”
Okay, she and I weren’t going to get married or anything like that. We were planning to properly hook up, go to a love hotel and fuck each other senseless.
At least, that was the plan.
But it seems she met somebody on Saturday night that she just has to spend the rest of her life with.
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I wrote all the above text last night, right after my conversation with Miss Flake. I’d thought it was going to be a great ranting topic, but I ran out of steam and was about to start going in circles, so I stopped writing. I talked to a friend about the whole thing last night, and agreed with her that the flake wasn’t really worth the frustration I was feeling over the whole situation. I decided to sleep on it and see if I wanted to keep ranting this morning.
Obviously, I don’t.
So, I’ll just end this post with one final thought.
I wouldn’t mind her flaking out nearly as much (or at all) if I’d gotten to fuck her.
(Fine. I’m a pig. Sue me. But she did have a cute ass.)